Who wants to sit on Santa's lap?

[Santa]

It's been a bit since ol' Santa checked on the naughty boys and girls of TK. Santa especially misses those naughty girls.

HO HO HO!

 

[Elrod Jericoho]

 

[Conchaga]

Wow, now there's a blast from the past.

 

[starguard]

I'd rather have Mrs. Claus sit on my lap.

 

[Conchaga]

Mrs. Clause is notoriously fat.

 

[I Love Cunt]

I was never that much into Santa Clause.

 

[jack]

Santa never saw claws like these

 

[jack]

Is that a cunt in your neck Love Cunt, or are you just happy to see me?

 

[I Love Cunt]

You would like to fuck my neck Jack? I am happy to see no one.

 

[jack]

It's metaphoric, actually.

 

[I Love Cunt]

Huh? I don't get it. Is that like those things that fall from the sky?

 

[I Love Cunt]

So was that.

 

[Conchaga]

It's metaphoric, actually.

That's deep jack. Real deep.







































































IN TEH NECK!!

 

[Colonel Kira's Left Tit]

*sits on Santa's lap and asks nicely for a roll of Paris Hilton toilet paper for Xmas*

 

[Conchaga]

Those can be found in any pharmacy in the feminine hygene section under 'sanitary napkins.'

 

[Sarek]

*sits on Santa's lap and asks nicely for a roll of Paris Hilton toilet paper for Xmas*

Ya know, you can wipe your ass with her face, but personally, I don't know if I'd really want that skank that close to my nuts.

 

[Colonel Kira's Left Tit]

I saw an ad for Paris Hilton toilet paper in the newspaper today, but they wanted $16 per roll.

Printers that print on toilet paper....there's another million dollar idea right there.

 

[Conchaga]

Until someone screams that you can get cancer from the ink on the TP.

Nobody wants Cancer of the asshole.

 

[Colonel Kira's Left Tit]

I'm convinced that anything Paris Hilton-related will give you cancer, somewhere.

 

[Conchaga]

I'm convinced that anything Paris Hilton-related will give you cancer, somewhere.

QoTW, IMHO.